[The words pull from his throat, low and urgent. They're still looking over his shoulder at things that aren't there, hot beads welling up in the corners of their eyes. Trying to protect him from shadows of things visible only to them.]
[(Just to the left of them, Alex Kralie lifts the barrel of a gun, and Tim has to work not to flinch.)]
It's not real. I'm here, okay? [One hand to their shoulder (forgive me for this), a gentle squeeze to make his presence apparent.] Just keep looking at me.
Keep looking at me. Nothing's gonna come for you. Just keep looking at me.
shhhhh
[The words pull from his throat, low and urgent. They're still looking over his shoulder at things that aren't there, hot beads welling up in the corners of their eyes. Trying to protect him from shadows of things visible only to them.]
[(Just to the left of them, Alex Kralie lifts the barrel of a gun, and Tim has to work not to flinch.)]
It's not real. I'm here, okay? [One hand to their shoulder (forgive me for this), a gentle squeeze to make his presence apparent.] Just keep looking at me.
Keep looking at me. Nothing's gonna come for you. Just keep looking at me.